‘Ganga’, The ‘sacred’

She!! my beloved,
Is as ‘sacred’ as “ river Ganga”
It is my hurt & frustration --
which has been ‘Catalyst call’ in marring her ‘pure self’.

Free as she flew like aves spreading joy
Sits now limp, as if her wings of joy were to have touched wreck.
Again - my ill feelings take responsibility
Of slithering her down from grace to darkness

It’s me! who hit the blooming
smiley flower with ‘scorching flame’,
Its me again; who is culpable for her withered state of mind.
I thus go weak, cannot visualize her fading identity.

My heart listened to ‘others'
Misrepresentations, faulty ‘rumors’ at all once
provoked me to a misdemeanour,
spurting flames of suspicion

Immoderate cries, bouts of which have left her eyes all dried up.
To an extent I find, blood squirting those deficient eyes.
Needlessly bears the brunt of the more for ‘no’ blunder of hers.
All makes me the culprit I beg your pardon!!

I pray for amnesty from all of those
who heard my accusations on her
to be just the outcome of
“Cruel selfish intensions”

Dignity & ‘not’ scorn, this holy Ganga is to be treated with.
I vouch; she is as pure as a bee-ridden flower.
As timeless, ever fresh honey she is.
She is indeed my friend, my shiny pearl, ‘my love’!!

By : Kumar Swamy
To English : Shruthi Shivakumar